Michelle Breeze is back! Who you say. Well she was kinda big in the late 90s, early noughties with a band called Fetish. Been in London ever since doing this.
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Are the cool kids alright?
March 1st, 2010 by Samora Chapman
I spent the week slaving on a terrible corporate contract – writing the annual report for an unnamed municipal department. My days were spent in a ghastly 30 story concrete temple with the managers of different branches, trying with great difficulty to find out what they did during the financial year. I need a different body to use for corporate jobs read more…
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Street Talk
March 1st, 2010 by Brandon Edmonds, image by Jason Bronkhorst
“I totally believe in acting international / while living locally” - HHP, ‘Make Monyeke’
How about that for a primer on behaving well come the FIFA behemoth in June? He lives it, does Jabba, Jabulani Tsambo, aka Double HP, linking up with rap royalty Nas while hatching rhymes in Tswana, Zulu and Sesotho. Act international, while living locally. It’s one of the strongest intuitions an entertainer has ever had about redeeming ourselves from the trinity of bad mental settings (xenophobia, entitlement and indifference) holding ‘our democracy’ back. It’s a timely aside. We ought to take Double HP to heart. We ought to listen. read more…
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In Praise of Mister Weirdo
February 26th, 2010 by Sean O'Toole
“These are your names: Mr. Brown, Mr. White… Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue… Mr. Orange and Mr. Pink.”
“Why am I Mr. Pink?”
“Because you’re a faggot! All right?”
By all accounts Steve Buscemi, a former fire-fighter with New York’s Engine 55, got off lightly when he was christened Mr. Pink in Quentin Tarantino’s tomato-sauce masterpiece, Reservoir Dogs. read more…
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No Story Only Good Times
February 26th, 2010 by Roger Young, images by Kevin Goss-Ross
It’s eight in the morning and on the way to the dining car sweatface is being told by an “older” Christian woman that she has his underwear. Struggling through the dodgy dining car service and the illegible notes are only the start of the trouble. I hate having to try come up with sentences to make last nights party releavant and it’s far too early to have to try make shit up. read more…
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There’s a Navi on my stoep
February 26th, 2010Mahala > Random Shit
Imagine this was your life… what would you do?
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